Charlie's Ride
When the Eagle flys, and the rice fires die;
you can feel Milwakee Thunder.
A rider in black, He don't look back;
to see who He's put under.
He's jammin gears, and He's got no fear;
the higways straight and narrow.
The rubber burns, and He makes no turns;
it's like the flight of an arrow.
He's topped six grand, and his throttle hand;
is crankin fuel to Big Twin Iron.
He's crossed the line in record time;
and Rocket Jocky's will be buyin.
Another beer an they'll have to hear;
more braggin from ol' Charlie.
He's won again, you knew He'd win;
because He's on a Harley!
by Jake the Snake
When the Eagle flys, and the rice fires die;
you can feel Milwakee Thunder.
A rider in black, He don't look back;
to see who He's put under.
He's jammin gears, and He's got no fear;
the higways straight and narrow.
The rubber burns, and He makes no turns;
it's like the flight of an arrow.
He's topped six grand, and his throttle hand;
is crankin fuel to Big Twin Iron.
He's crossed the line in record time;
and Rocket Jocky's will be buyin.
Another beer an they'll have to hear;
more braggin from ol' Charlie.
He's won again, you knew He'd win;
because He's on a Harley!
by Jake the Snake
